Only then had those scenes from the beginning come to pass.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, bullying the kind and fearing the wicked—this was human nature.
It was also the law of the jungle.
To live in peace and nearly achieve immortality, one had to know how to lower oneself and keep a low profile.
The Jade Emperor had lived for countless tens of thousands of years. He was a truly monstrous figure.
Under the heavens,
apart from Tathagata Buddha, who else could make him feel that he might be overthrown at any moment?
But clearly,
there was now another person: Ding Ling.
Moreover, Ding Ling was even stronger than Tathagata Buddha.
Facing Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor had never felt the sort of hair-raising danger that came with an egg balanced on a precarious pile. But facing Ding Ling, he had genuinely broken out in a cold sweat!
The battle had yet to begin, and things were already like this.
How could someone as shrewd, brave, and decisive as the Jade Emperor possibly do something as suicidal as walking into a trap?
If one could live well,
who would be willing to die?
As for dignity?
The Jade Emperor was no hot-blooded youth. After countless tribulations, his heart had long since been polished smooth, without a single sharp edge. He was extremely steady, thought far ahead, and would never act rashly out of impulse or passion.
If this had been his first life, the Jade Emperor would definitely have chosen to fight Ding Ling head-on.
But how many times had the Jade Emperor reincarnated?
He no longer possessed his former sharpness. What remained was mostly wisdom and cunning.
The Jade Emperor surrendered to Ding Ling.
When word spread that Ding Ling was going to become the